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"Sidesaddles," said Juliette to her mother as they watched through the dining-room windows the big digger dismount and hang the horses' reins over the front gate. As he strode across the lawn, they heard Mary's voice in the hall. It sounded as if she were half crying. "Goodbye, miss, and Hivin's blessin' on ye; and may God sind ye a good husband."
We have, he says, 'in our mist th' Hon'rable Lafayette Hadley, whose notes, he says, 'falls as sweetly on th' ear, he says, 'as th' plunk iv hivin's rain in a bar'l, he says. 'If annywan has a hemorrhage iv anthems in this hall, it'll be Lafe Hadley, th' Guthrie batsoon, he says. 'Ye shall not, he says, 'press down upon our bleedin' brows, he says, 'this cross iv thorns, he says.
"Aw, it's the beautiful singer she is," as the girl struck up a new song. "Listen to that now." Full, clear, soft, like the warbling of the thrush at evening, came the voice through the closed door. The man and his wife stood listening with a rapt look on their faces. "Phat in Hivin's name is she singin', at all?" said Mrs. Carroll. "Whisht!" said her husband, holding up his hand.
A shout of laughter filled the court room, for Staunton was a confirmed and notorious old bachelor. "I have the bad fortune, Mrs. Fitzpatrick, to be a bachelor," he replied, red to the ears. "Man dear, but it's hard upon yez, but it's Hivin's mercy fer yer wife." The laughter that followed could with difficulty be suppressed by the court crier. "Go on, Mrs.
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